This was inspired by Eomer's line to Grima in the film: "Too long you have watched my sister. Too long have you haunted her footsteps."
For Jamie.

He's making shadows on her wall
whispering her name on a forked tongue
Somehow there's hope there in the madness
Somehow there's love there in that cold
And he's making murals in her mind
decorated with the lurid shades of his eyes
and somehow he wandered off course.
Lingering too long in this dark obsession.
And he's only washed out shades of gray
in her canvas of vibrant colors
Damned only to be the intruding weed
in her garden of water colored roses